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 Romance › Lydia's Crucible(18+) by Akukom(op): 7:00pm On Nov 07, 2018 |
‘‘Give me your bag old lady’’ a tall huge masked man shouted at a middle aged woman. ‘‘My son I beg of you please don’t harm me’’. The next sound heard was that of a gun and down on the floor the woman went with blood gushing out of her head while the masked man went away with his loot. The small gathering of people nearby took to their heels with fear because either of them could be the next victim. The police didn’t help matters as they trembled at the name of the notorious gang that swung open the broad gate of hell on the community. This was the environment Lydia grew up in. Lydia was the first of the three children of her mum, Jasmine. Her mother was divorced from her father when she was barely ten. Jasmine is a banker who has no time for her children, leaving her role in the hands of her sixteen year old daughter, Lydia. On a fateful day while she and her siblings were walking back from school, a blue car pulled over in front of them and a huge masked man whose appearance seemed similar to that of the man who killed the old lady a month ago stepped out of the car, fired a bullet into the air causing Lydia and Phoebe to fall on their faces to the ground while their brother was dragged into the car as they watched in fear the car zooming off at the highest speed. The futile search for her brother almost lasted for a week not up until his decomposing body was found near the border of the neighbouring community with his legs, ears, fingers and private part dismembered. Lydia and her mum mourned bitterly as they lowered his remains at the cemetery the next day. *********** Lydia continued her life happily hoping all things will be better; what more can a sanguine wish for? Her mum got promoted at work to be the regional manager of her bank. This meant a higher pay for her and for Lydia it was the beginning of the end of the mother daughter bond they started building. ‘‘That means no more time for me; it is going to be work today and conference tomorrow’’ she said to herself. The promotion came with a change of environment. They had to relocate to Abuja. ‘‘Lydia darling, you should be excited; you know it’s the country’s capital city’’ her mum said. Lydia fixed a gaze at her mum and shook her head as she returned to the movie she was watching on her phone. They alighted from the taxi when they got to their flat at royal garden estate. Their house was painted turquoise blue and lemon. The taxi driver helped them get their bags inside. ‘‘Give the taxi driver some extra cash, Jasmine told Lydia’’. *********** Settling down in a new environment was a bit hard for Lydia. She and her sister got enrolled in a new school, a school for the wealthy so to say. Onyx international school was her new school. The school is located at the Peace Garden Estate which is half a kilometre from the airport. On her first day at school, she and her sister, Phoebe walked to their different classes after their mum dropped them off. Phoebe was the shy type, a fifteen year old girl whose body physique was quite as beautiful as that of her sister. Phoebe walked into her class with her breasts leading the way; the physics teacher was already in class; But John notwithstanding still managed to whisper ‘‘what the f…’’ in such a loud tone that the almost the whole class busted out in laughter. The teacher, Mr Abel, made her stood before the class; Phoebe’s face was down most of the time. ‘Tell us your name’’ the teacher asked. ‘‘Phoebe David Abiyah’’ she said in a voice audible to her alone. ‘‘Obviously she is the shy type; her name is Phoebe David Abiyah. ‘‘feel at home’’ Mr Abel said to Phoebe as he showed her where to sit and continued his session. Lydia had no trouble settling down in her class as she was ready to fire back at whosoever wanted giving her a tough time, she was somewhat the outspoken one. She was such an epitome of beauty; smooth and flawless ebony skin, a full round mammary gland and an onion bulb bottom just like her sister; she and her sister were quite intelligent and were out to shock their new school that one can be endowed, beautiful and smart. *********** Lydia kept her cool for the first term, she barely spoke to anyone. Greg was tall dark and handsome guy. His well-built physique was a turn on for girls. Time after time Greg tried making friends with Lydia but all efforts proved abortive. On a particular occasion, Greg had himself bathed with the ice cream he bought for her. Finally, after a thousand and one times she gave in to his advances. ‘‘Hi’’, Greg said. For the first time Lydia gave him the warmest smile. ‘‘Let’s get some snacks before break time is over, I’ll pay’’ he said. They sat at the school’s cafeteria ate yam chips and chicken from the same plate as they talked and laughed at sweet nothings. *********** Their love grew stronger as time went by, they both now sat close to each other in class. The other things that accompany love followed. The bell for break went off; Greg held her hand as they hurried off to the changing room of the school’s basketball arena as they had earlier agreed. Wet with desire, she moved her hands up and down his groin, got hold of his belt and down his trousers and underwear went giving her a full view of his erection. She knelt before him like a worshipper at a shrine, making sure she got the full satisfaction his erection had to offer in her mouth. Greg pulled... Continue: https://akukom.com/lydias-crucible/ Source: www.akukom.com |
| Literature › Agbero Hero by Akukom(op): 6:58am On Nov 06, 2018 |
Once a black belt holder, always a black belt holder. Should I be a comic hero now? Well, no knowledge is actually a waste, but I have never actually believed ikn it until this recent incident occurred. I wasn’t the victim this time around, rather, I victimized someone. I should be proud of myself but my friend telling me that what I have achieved in my heroic activity was rubbish was an unexpected shock to me. Maybe he is just jealous. Mtchhhheeeeeew! Well, I read a lot about so many comic heroes. I have seen Superman movies, Batman, Spiderman. Why can’t I be them? I once asked my dad. “dad will superman come to Nigeria one day?” he just laughed at me and said; kid stop dreaming. Those guys don’t exist. So wake up! Well, just like my normal self, so intrinsically stubborn to nature. I took that answer as yes, they do exist. I wanted to be like them, I wanted to be them. Before I realized it, I have decorated my room with a lot of their pictures and wallpapers and toys. I became a fan. This gave way to me being rough as a kid. I did things with a much youthful exuberance that my age mates constantly refused to play with me. In fact, their respective mothers warned them in my front, that I should be excluded from their daily play routine or, no more play for them. Well, that concerned me not. I usually forced my way in and if you refuse, I will find a way to fight you. I was a bully and I loved it. Later, I was secluded and this too much of peer exclusion gave me psychological depression, and as time went on, I was left alone to my own self. Mehhhnn I thought to myself. I need to find a way to attract these guys. They must have to play with me. Who said God doesn’t listen to children’s prayers? A savior came right away. Mr. Durmaz, a Turkish, came in. He was our new neighbor, and he loved playing and teaching kids. He picked interest on me because of my special talent. I once asked him boldly; Mr. Durmaz, why did you pick me first? Just like your first disciple? He laughed and replied; kid because you’re special. I noticed you don’t play with your friends. Yes! I replied immediately cutting in. they are just afraid of me. They are .. Full story:https://akukom.com/agbero-hero/ Source: www.akukom.com Obinnau |
| TV/Movies › Madam(an Intriguing Story) by Akukom(op): 9:54pm On Nov 05, 2018 |
MADAM CHAPTER I NKECHI 8:45am, Sunday 19th August 2014 “Madam. E get one man…” “You are still saying that word. What do you want?” Nkechi had become irritated by the way she was constantly referred to as “Madam”. Oh she just couldn’t stand that word. She thought about dismissing him instantly from her living room. “Madam…” Nkechi took a leg of her pair of slippers swiftly from the ground and threw it directly at Musa’s head. Musa had no time to dodge the missile. “The next time you call me Madam, I will panel beat your head. Now bring me my slipper” Musa nodded once and reluctantly returned the slipper. “Whoever it is should come back tomorrow. And stop calling me Madam! How many times would I have to correct you?” She paused for a moment to catch herself from cursing out Musa. “Leave!” Musa just about tripped on his way, racing out the door. She sat back on her sofa, trying desperately to compose herself. She struggled hard not to burst into tears, not today, just not today. “My husband always teased me with that word, now I just hate it.” She looked at her phone, tempted to call her best friend to rant about how she missed her husband, but she thought about writing down her emotions instead. Besides, her best friend, Sandra must have been very tired of hearing about her sad demise. Even Nkechi was tired; that was the problem, she was tired. IRETI “Hello, honey? Where are you now? I just took a shower and our guests will be arriving soon. Did you forget again?” A little pause. “Okay, I will be patient only because I’m trying not to believe that you forgot about this occasion. Sha do fast and come home” Ireti dropped, almost slammed, her phone on her extremely polished dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror, all alone in her bedroom, looking as beautiful as Aphrodite – or so she had been told countless times. Her beauty, the number one reason she was married today. People would tease her with the words “Oyibo pepper” and for some time her friends hated that she was so attractive, but she could not hide what she was born with. In her heart she knew that her beauty made her husband stay. She knew that her skin, so fair and spotless was the reason she had attracted such a rich man like Henry. She didn’t feel like he was worth her beauty. She knew about his past; a complete drunk was all he could ever be while basking confidently in his father’s riches. She loathed the life that she was living but she had no choice. Her mother had said to her when she brought Henry home for a proper introduction, “Ah, Ireti! You have done well” with her mother’s eyes sparkling like she had just hit jackpot at the famous Bellagio Las Vegas Casino. Her mother could sniff the wealth from Henry’s cologne, who wouldn’t right? Well, Ireti hated that particular cologne, but that day she had to stop herself from gagging all over the bare floor in their old home. They were poor, hence Henry was their savior and they weren’t about Full story: https://akukom.com/madam/ Source: www.akukom.com |
| Literature › Madam(An Intriguing Story) by Akukom(op): 9:41pm On Nov 05, 2018 |
MADAM CHAPTER I NKECHI 8:45am, Sunday 19th August 2014 “Madam. E get one man…” “You are still saying that word. What do you want?” Nkechi had become irritated by the way she was constantly referred to as “Madam”. Oh she just couldn’t stand that word. She thought about dismissing him instantly from her living room. “Madam…” Nkechi took a leg of her pair of slippers swiftly from the ground and threw it directly at Musa’s head. Musa had no time to dodge the missile. “The next time you call me Madam, I will panel beat your head. Now bring me my slipper” Musa nodded once and reluctantly returned the slipper. “Whoever it is should come back tomorrow. And stop calling me Madam! How many times would I have to correct you?” She paused for a moment to catch herself from cursing out Musa. “Leave!” Musa just about tripped on his way, racing out the door. She sat back on her sofa, trying desperately to compose herself. She struggled hard not to burst into tears, not today, just not today. “My husband always teased me with that word, now I just hate it.” She looked at her phone, tempted to call her best friend to rant about how she missed her husband, but she thought about writing down her emotions instead. Besides, her best friend, Sandra must have been very tired of hearing about her sad demise. Even Nkechi was tired; that was the problem, she was tired. IRETI “Hello, honey? Where are you now? I just took a shower and our guests will be arriving soon. Did you forget again?” A little pause. “Okay, I will be patient only because I’m trying not to believe that you forgot about this occasion. Sha do fast and come home” Ireti dropped, almost slammed, her phone on her extremely polished dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror, all alone in her bedroom, looking as beautiful as Aphrodite – or so she had been told countless times. Her beauty, the number one reason she was married today. People would tease her with the words “Oyibo pepper” and for some time her friends hated that she was so attractive, but she could not hide what she was born with. In her heart she knew that her beauty made her husband stay. She knew that her skin, so fair and spotless was the reason she had attracted such a rich man like Henry. She didn’t feel like he was worth her beauty. She knew about his past; a complete drunk was all he could ever be while basking confidently in his father’s riches. She loathed the life that she was living but she had no choice. Her mother had said to her when she brought Henry home for a proper introduction, “Ah, Ireti! You have done well” with her mother’s eyes sparkling like she had just hit jackpot at the famous Bellagio Las Vegas Casino. Her mother could sniff the wealth from Henry’s cologne, who wouldn’t right? Well, Ireti hated that particular cologne, but that day she had to stop herself from gagging all over the bare floor in their old home. They were poor, hence Henry was their savior and they weren’t about Full story: https://akukom.com/madam/ Source: www.akukom.com Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| Literature › Almost Invisible(diary Of A Friend-zoned Girl) by Akukom(op): 12:20pm On Nov 02, 2018 |
“Thanks for being such a good friend” you’d said after our hangout. For Pete’s sake, I’d thought you’d ask me out; by mars, I was willing to overlook all your bad habits that I wouldn’t tolerate in any other person. Your presence gave me the butterflies I left back in high school… those perfect jaw lines no woman could ever ignore, those eyes that were made of waves of honey and caramel. I would have traded my soul to be with you. Don’t just sit there and refer to me as a ‘friend’. I’ve turned down appointments just to be here today. I’d dreamt about this day, selected a gown and kept it in a safe place with a shoe to match. Don’t you understand… I had purposely acted reluctantly towards styling my hair, waiting for today, so I wouldn’t ruin the curls. It’s an expensive style but I didn’t mind. I didn’t care that strands of my hair were being pulled like it was a fight, no.. I wanted to look perfect for you. When you’d called, to tell me that you’d arrived at my place, I couldn’t hide my excitement. I was Juliet, and finally, my Romeo had arrived to take me away. My prince charming had found my shoe and is here for me to prove my leg was for the shoe. No step-mother was going to obstruct this meeting. “Shall we?” You’d asked, I’d smiled and nodded, ignoring that you didn’t even notice or acknowledge my effort… I was literally dazzling, but maybe, I’ll get to hear it in the car. Also, I was ready to be ‘fine’, if you still don’t notice….and you didn’t…I’d felt a sting in my stomach but I’d ignored it, “he hasn’t seen me properly, he will when we get there, and he’ll get to see how beautiful I could be”, I had told myself, at least it was enough to keep my confidence leveled. As we drove past all the expensive and affordable, fantastic and normal restaurants in town, ” have you not seen any place that suits your taste?” I had wanted to ask, but then again, I thought, “oh well, where do I know? He probably knows more interesting places”, I smiled. That smile of comfort, of ‘finally, at last, the one’. Then, suddenly, we were entering a narrow street, I wanted to ask but still, words failed me, I didn’t want to be seen as dumb or naive, no..not on our first date (yes, ‘date’ at least, that was what I felt). Looking out the window, as the car was slowly coming to a halt shortly after sliding into something that would go for a parking space, I looked around and …wait…! “someone like Josh can’t be coming to a ‘mama-put’ na. Is this a dream right now? Continue: https://akukom.com/almost-invisible/ Source: www.akukom.com cc Divepen1, Obinnau |
| Literature › Akukom Story Writing Competition(n10,000 Each To Winners) by Akukom(op): 11:25am On Nov 02, 2018 |
The long awaited first edition of Akukom Story Writing Competition (#ASWC1) is here. Below are the details of the Competition. Share So Other interested writers can see and participate. https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-2-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-3-300x300.jpg SHare So Other interested writers can see and participate. Source: https://akukom.com/akukom-story-writing-competition-aswc1/ |
| Literature › Akukom Story Writing Competition Is HERE! by Akukom(op): 9:36am On Nov 01, 2018*. Modified: 9:57am On Nov 01, 2018 |
The long awaited first edition of Akukom Story Writing Competition (#ASWC1) is here. Below are the details of the Competition. Share So Other interested writers can see and participate. https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-2-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-3-300x300.jpg SHare So Other interested writers can see and participate. Source: https://akukom.com/akukom-story-writing-competition-aswc1/ |
| Literature › Is It Real? by Akukom(op): 11:32am On Oct 31, 2018 |
Is it real? Schlepping along the cusps of slumber Dreaming, or wishing it was a dreadful dream Tinkering with mysteries mortals never decipher Begging to be awoken, losing grip of reality The duskiness, suddenness The gloominess, sullenness Consuming, unpromising, uncompromising Flattened by jaws of a morbid uprising Consolidating inconsolable condolences Despondent to a loss of uplifting senses Is it real? But grief is chief As well a thief As joy and cheer was its to steal And never was it to yield or repeal Is it real? The late call The sad news The dank, diabolical, decadence of death The surreal visit To sons robbed of a doting mother To a husband, of a loving wife To family, of a virtuous woman To friends, of a true companion I see them all, holding strong Dancing along to the dirge of fortitude Bereavement serenading their reluctant multitude Alas, it registers A condolence register Bowing before the portrait of its blessed matriarch Gulping tributes, only too early and mournfully Her wisdom, love and benign goodness Gone too soon Gone for good Gone to God It is surreal Too hard to take in But this is where I awaken Where I realize I never was in slumber Where I get answered of my poignant query Is it real? Indeed, alas The deed is done Deep and gone The bane of life To RIP Source: https://akukom.com/is-it-real/ For interesting Stories visit : www.akukom.com |
| Events › N10,000 Each To Winners On Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 9:34am On Oct 29, 2018 |
“Akukom Story Writing Competition” is the first of many writing competitions organised by [url]Akukom.com[/url] Below are the details of the upcoming #ASWC1 Competition. Feel free to ask questions in the comment section below. https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-2-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-3-300x300.jpg Source: https://akukom.com/akukom-story-writing-competition-aswc1/ |
| Jobs/Vacancies › N10,000 Each To Winners On Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 8:55am On Oct 29, 2018 |
“Akukom Story Writing Competition” is the first of many writing competitions organised by [url]Akukom.com[/url] Below are the details of the upcoming #ASWC1 Competition. Feel free to ask questions in the comment section below. https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-2-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-3-300x300.jpg Source: https://akukom.com/akukom-story-writing-competition-aswc1/ |
| Literature › Being Black by Akukom(op): 8:02am On Oct 28, 2018 |
Why then do we make it difficult for brothers to get to our heights of achievements and show forth the prevalent African mindset “even if he gets to my level, he shouldn’t be better than I am” If our brothers are made to suffer in foreign lands, because of color, what’s our excuse for making them suffer too, why do we keep tasking and taxing the black skin? There’s a drop of greatness in every man, why then do we try to intentionally drown others’ drops of greatness in our own oceans of greatness and leave them stereotyped and uninspired. Do I need to convince the foreign man that I’m equal to his brothers only to come back to convince my brothers too? Why cheat a brother who’s trying help? Why bite the fingers that feed you while you belch? We complain about not being in unity but my daughter cannot unite in holy matrimony with your son because we’re not from the same ethnic group… “No, it can’t happen… “She’s a Christian, so?! What about her parents?” I hear her tribe is known for witchcraft, you just can’t marry her”, “a source says she’s got lunacy in her lineage”… “Use your talents”, they say, but they only care about what you’ll bring to their tables even if your talent isn’t involved. Our kids need exposure but to what exactly? To the crap and garbage we play as songs? To the predictable lines of movies and novels?, if you’re not... Full story: https://akukom.com/being-black/ Source: www.akukom.com Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| Literature › Re: N10,000 Each To Winners On Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 7:56am On Oct 28, 2018 |
Akukom:I hope writers are getting ready |
| Celebrities › N10,000 Each To Winners On Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 8:00pm On Oct 26, 2018 |
“Akukom Story Writing Competition” is the first of many writing competitions organised by [url]Akukom.com[/url] Below are the details of the upcoming #ASWC1 Competition. Feel free to ask questions in the comment section below. https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-2-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-3-300x300.jpg Source: https://akukom.com/akukom-story-writing-competition-aswc1/ |
| Literature › N10,000 Each To Winners On Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 7:51pm On Oct 26, 2018 |
“Akukom Story Writing Competition” is the first of many writing competitions organised by [url]Akukom.com[/url] Below are the details of the upcoming #ASWC1 Competition. Feel free to ask questions in the comment section below. https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-2-300x300.jpg https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/ASCW1-3-300x300.jpg Source: https://akukom.com/akukom-story-writing-competition-aswc1/ |
| Literature › This Is Ux(us)(A Diary Series) by Akukom(op): 3:10pm On Oct 26, 2018 |
Hi there, By day, I am an Interface Writer and Copy Editor at an awesome tech company in Lagos. I have been here for shortly over a month but I have met really awesome people. The best designers and developers. We are team UX/UI, hence the title- This is UX(us). Cool right? I would post here once a week discussing tales from UX (us). To get yourself ready, here are the wonderful people I interface with at my interface job. Get used to their names KB aka Kabes (Designer, Developer, and Writer) Jaykay aka Daddy Sho (Designer) Sesan aka Sesan P (Designer and Developer) Motun aka Motun (Developer) Moyin aka Moyin (Developer) Azeezat aka Azeezat (Developer) Jessica aka JJ (Developer).. Full Story: https://akukom.com/this-is-ux/ Source: www.akukom.com Divepen1, Obinnau |
| Literature › Misery(Suicide Poem) by Akukom(op): 1:28pm On Oct 26, 2018 |
My skin break out in goosebumps. My heart is heavy and thumping in fear and anxiety. My eyes start to overflow with tears and they stream down my checks uncontrollably. It’s happening again you see. My life is derailing and there’s nothing I can do about it but watch in horror. Death would be painful but welcomed. Life will go on without me in it. My last thoughts would be; I tried to live. https://akukom.com/misery/ Source: www.akukom.com |
| Literature › Akukom Story Writing Competition(details) by Akukom(op): 12:30pm On Oct 26, 2018 |
Hi Writer, [url]Akukom.com[/url] is organizing a series of competitions for writers, starting with "Akukom Story Writing Competition(#ASWC1)". Below are the details of the competition. Feel free to ask your questions. For Interesting Stories, Poems, Diaries, Articles etc, Visit www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Divepen1, Obinnau
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| Literature › Re: N10,000 each To Winners On Akukom Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 9:00am On Oct 26, 2018 |
just2day:Yeah.. Thanks for the correction.. We noticed it and made Changes. |
| Education › N10,000 Each To Winners On Akukom Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 9:58am On Oct 25, 2018 |
[url]Akukom.com[/url] is hosting her first "Akukom Writing Competitions". These series of competitions will start this November with "Akukom Story Writing Competition(ASWC1)" Two winners will emerge; One by the people and the Other By Akukom's Panel of Judges. Details will be Out Soon. Share with Other writers you know and feel free to ask your questions.. It's the first of Many but definitely here to help showcase talented Writers to the World.  For interesting Stories, Visit www.Akukom.com Follow on Twitter: www.twitter.com/akukom_ Instagram: www.instagram/akukom_ Facebook: www.facebook.com/akukomstories |
| Literature › Re: N10,000 each To Winners On Akukom Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 8:57am On Oct 25, 2018 |
plice02:On the 1st of November -18th Of November, 2018 |
| Literature › N10,000 each To Winners On Akukom Story Writing Competition by Akukom(op): 8:50am On Oct 25, 2018*. Modified: 9:53am On Oct 25, 2018 |
[url]Akukom.com[/url] is hosting her first "Akukom Writing Competitions". These series of competitions will start this November with "Akukom Story Writing Competition(ASWC1)" Two winners will emerge; One by the people and the Other By Akukom's Panel of Judges. Details will be Out Soon. Share with Other writers you know and feel free to ask your questions.. It's the first of Many but definitely here to help showcase talented Writers to the World. For interesting Stories, Visit www.Akukom.com Follow on Twitter: www.twitter.com/akukom_ Instagram: www.instagram/akukom_ Facebook: www.facebook.com/akukomstories
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| Literature › Alice by Akukom(op): 8:12am On Oct 25, 2018 |
She was a child, grown to a woman , elegant for her virtue, praised for her struggles. A multitude amongst a crowd she is, perhaps a pool in the ocean Words that flatters just a myth for a woman beautiful from the inside Far from perfect I suppose, but if paradise would fall she would still be a blessing. She had always known from her left to her right Watching out for all which was wrong only to accept that which was right , that which was hers, that which would stay So her patience compliments her fate and her fate would be her reward But a noble woman do not require a heart of gold, just a heart filled with love. Her beauty would be as the ocean floor, for only nature comprehends it self Her smile is my sunset and the twinkling of her eyes I gaze upon like an open heaven She was that type of woman, my type of woman A woman even a sinful man would wish for.. full story: https://akukom.com/alice/ Source: www.akukom.com cc Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| Literature › Dinner For Two FINALE(18+) by Akukom(op): 8:59am On Oct 24, 2018 |
...Both of us began to laugh. “This is one for the books”, I said incredulously. “I guess I’m not the only homicidal maniac in town then.” I moved towards her and untied the ropes binding her legs and hands. She rubbed her sore wrists and looked at me suspiciously. “So what now? You want to trade stories or something”, she asked teasingly. “No. Not that. I want you again.” Her gaze fell on my protuding penis. She giggled shyly/slyly. I was intrigued. Gingerly, she touched me. Then she grew bolder. Stroking my whole length. Our eyes never leaving each other. Then without warning, she put my cock into her warm mouth. I moaned deeply, just enough to encourage her to continue. She licked and sucked till I was at the brink of organsm. Then I returned the favour. First using my fingers, then my tongue. Flicking playfully on her clitoris, biting/tugging with it my teeth, till I finally pushed my tongue into her and her delicious juice rushed into my mouth. We kept at this almost all night. Giving and taking. Satiating an hunger we thought was insatiable. Finally, spent and lying in each other’s arms, we began to talk. She said she’d been fantasizing about killing since she turned 13. Her parent’s didn’t think anything of it when her pet dogs kept dying mysteriously. Finally, at 16, she’d gone on a date and the boy had tried to rape her in his car. Taking a pen from the dashboard, she’d rammed it into his eyes and ran home. The police had thought it was a robbery gone wrong and she’d gotten away with it. Since then, she’d seek out a prey in the nightclub, follow him home, and kill him in his car. “So why didn’t you kill me in the car?” I asked. “I didn’t kill you because. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-finale/ Source:www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Rocktation, farano |
| Romance › Dinner For Two FINALE(18+) by Akukom(op): 8:34am On Oct 24, 2018*. Modified: 8:57am On Oct 24, 2018 |
...Both of us began to laugh. “This is one for the books”, I said incredulously. “I guess I’m not the only homicidal maniac in town then.” I moved towards her and untied the ropes binding her legs and hands. She rubbed her sore wrists and looked at me suspiciously. “So what now? You want to trade stories or something”, she asked teasingly. “No. Not that. I want you again.” Her gaze fell on my protuding penis. She giggled shyly/slyly. I was intrigued. Gingerly, she touched me. Then she grew bolder. Stroking my whole length. Our eyes never leaving each other. Then without warning, she put my cock into her warm mouth. I moaned deeply, just enough to encourage her to continue. She licked and sucked till I was at the brink of organsm. Then I returned the favour. First using my fingers, then my tongue. Flicking playfully on her clitoris, biting/tugging with it my teeth, till I finally pushed my tongue into her and her delicious juice rushed into my mouth. We kept at this almost all night. Giving and taking. Satiating an hunger we thought was insatiable. Finally, spent and lying in each other’s arms, we began to talk. She said she’d been fantasizing about killing since she turned 13. Her parent’s didn’t think anything of it when her pet dogs kept dying mysteriously. Finally, at 16, she’d gone on a date and the boy had tried to rape her in his car. Taking a pen from the dashboard, she’d rammed it into his eyes and ran home. The police had thought it was a robbery gone wrong and she’d gotten away with it. Since then, she’d seek out a prey in the nightclub, follow him home, and kill him in his car. “So why didn’t you kill me in the car?” I asked. “I didn’t kill you because. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-finale/ Source:www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Rocktation, farano 1 Like 2 Shares |
| Romance › Dinner For Two-part 3 (18+) by Akukom(op): 8:35pm On Oct 21, 2018 |
....As I advanced towards her, swirling the blade between my index finger and thumb, I intoned casually, “Now how should I start? Do I stick needles beneath your fingernails? Should I cut pieces of your flesh and feed it to you? Maybe I should just boil oil and pour it over your naked body. Hahahahahahaha. It’ll be a laugh. Watching you squirm and cook. Hahahahahhahahaa”. Her expression was one of pure horror. And I think what scared her the most was not the offhand way I was reciting the methods I could use to torture her, but the fact that she knew I could do it. I was not joking. And she knew, above all else, that I would enjoy it. I could see her mind reeling. I kneeled in front of her and gazed into her eyes. Smiling as charmingly as ever. “I actually want to hear you scream. So I’m going to remove your gag now.” I tugged on the piece of cloth I’d used to secure the sock into her mouth. As soon as it became loose, she flexed her jaws and worked some spittle into her mouth. I assumed she was going to start screaming blue murder and waited patiently. Instead, her tear streaked face lit up and she gave a roaring, booming laughter that left me puzzled, to say the least. She struggled to control herself so she could communicate to me what she found so funny. “Wow wow wow. How the hunter as become the hunted. Hahahahahahahaha. I’ll give you some accolades. You got me, by the balls if I might add. Hahahahahaha.” “What’s so fucking hilarious you dumb cunt?” This was not the emotion I had expected. I’d hoped she’d be begging for her life by now, groveling in fact. “You. Me. Us indeed. What kind of god is sitting up there. He has a wicked sense of humor I’d say. OK listen up you bastard. I also came here with the intention of ending your life. Do me a favour? Please go through my handbag and bring out whatever is in there.” I stood unevenly, trying to figure out if she was trying to psyche me out. Begrudgingly, I reach into her bag. Impatient now, I dumped all the content on the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Asides from the female paraphernalia in it, glaringly in contrast to everything else was a butcher’s knife. It looked recently buffed and gleamed in the soft light.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-part-three/ Source: www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| Literature › Dinner For Two-part 3 (18+) by Akukom(op): 8:26pm On Oct 21, 2018 |
....As I advanced towards her, swirling the blade between my index finger and thumb, I intoned casually, “Now how should I start? Do I stick needles beneath your fingernails? Should I cut pieces of your flesh and feed it to you? Maybe I should just boil oil and pour it over your naked body. Hahahahahahaha. It’ll be a laugh. Watching you squirm and cook. Hahahahahhahahaa”. Her expression was one of pure horror. And I think what scared her the most was not the offhand way I was reciting the methods I could use to torture her, but the fact that she knew I could do it. I was not joking. And she knew, above all else, that I would enjoy it. I could see her mind reeling. I kneeled in front of her and gazed into her eyes. Smiling as charmingly as ever. “I actually want to hear you scream. So I’m going to remove your gag now.” I tugged on the piece of cloth I’d used to secure the sock into her mouth. As soon as it became loose, she flexed her jaws and worked some spittle into her mouth. I assumed she was going to start screaming blue murder and waited patiently. Instead, her tear streaked face lit up and she gave a roaring, booming laughter that left me puzzled, to say the least. She struggled to control herself so she could communicate to me what she found so funny. “Wow wow wow. How the hunter as become the hunted. Hahahahahahahaha. I’ll give you some accolades. You got me, by the balls if I might add. Hahahahahaha.” “What’s so fucking hilarious you dumb cunt?” This was not the emotion I had expected. I’d hoped she’d be begging for her life by now, groveling in fact. “You. Me. Us indeed. What kind of god is sitting up there. He has a wicked sense of humor I’d say. OK listen up you bastard. I also came here with the intention of ending your life. Do me a favour? Please go through my handbag and bring out whatever is in there.” I stood unevenly, trying to figure out if she was trying to psyche me out. Begrudgingly, I reach into her bag. Impatient now, I dumped all the content on the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Asides from the female paraphernalia in it, glaringly in contrast to everything else was a butcher’s knife. It looked recently buffed and gleamed in the soft light.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-part-three/ Source: www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| TV/Movies › Dinner For Two-part Two (18+) by Akukom(op): 1:18pm On Oct 19, 2018 |
......I decided to have fun with her. I was bored and thought of the craziest way to amuse myself. When she’d gone lax beneath me, I released my grip on her throat. She was unconscious for about thirty minutes. By the time she came through, I’d tied her to a dining chair. Her feet and arms were looped behind her tightly. I pulled a second chair and sat across her, bemused at the panic in her eyes as the memories flooded back. “You’re awake”, I said conversationally. She shook her head as if to clear it of cobwebs. She started making sounds and trying to get up. “Stop doing that, else you’ll get me mad”. She calmed down immediately at the malevolence in my voice. Tears welled up in her eyes and they seemed to seek mine, pleading. “Oh no, no tears left to cry”. I laughed hysterically at my own joke. She’d told me that was her favorite song at the moment. “You might be wondering what’s happening. Why I’ve tied you up? What I want? If you’ll get out of this alive?”. At hearing the last statement, she started to cry again, which brought me immeasurable pleasure. “The answer is no by the way, you won’t get out of this situation alive. You see, I’ve been watching you. Watching you go to work, leave for home, go to the gym, meet friends at your favorite cafe, go to the library, visit your folks, etc. You get the picture darling? I’ve been WATCHING! you. And right from the start, I decided I was going to do anything to have you. That day we met, I planned it perfectly. I knew you would approach me at the bar because.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-part-two/ Source: www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Rocktation, farano |
| Romance › Dinner For Two-part Two (18+) by Akukom(op): 1:11pm On Oct 19, 2018 |
......I decided to have fun with her. I was bored and thought of the craziest way to amuse myself. When she’d gone lax beneath me, I released my grip on her throat. She was unconscious for about thirty minutes. By the time she came through, I’d tied her to a dining chair. Her feet and arms were looped behind her tightly. I pulled a second chair and sat across her, bemused at the panic in her eyes as the memories flooded back. “You’re awake”, I said conversationally. She shook her head as if to clear it of cobwebs. She started making sounds and trying to get up. “Stop doing that, else you’ll get me mad”. She calmed down immediately at the malevolence in my voice. Tears welled up in her eyes and they seemed to seek mine, pleading. “Oh no, no tears left to cry”. I laughed hysterically at my own joke. She’d told me that was her favorite song at the moment. “You might be wondering what’s happening. Why I’ve tied you up? What I want? If you’ll get out of this alive?”. At hearing the last statement, she started to cry again, which brought me immeasurable pleasure. “The answer is no by the way, you won’t get out of this situation alive. You see, I’ve been watching you. Watching you go to work, leave for home, go to the gym, meet friends at your favorite cafe, go to the library, visit your folks, etc. You get the picture darling? I’ve been WATCHING! you. And right from the start, I decided I was going to do anything to have you. That day we met, I planned it perfectly. I knew you would approach me at the bar because.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-part-two/ Source: www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Rocktation, farano |
| Literature › Dinner For Two-part Two (18+) by Akukom(op): 12:54pm On Oct 19, 2018 |
......I decided to have fun with her. I was bored and thought of the craziest way to amuse myself. When she’d gone lax beneath me, I released my grip on her throat. She was unconscious for about thirty minutes. By the time she came through, I’d tied her to a dining chair. Her feet and arms were looped behind her tightly. I pulled a second chair and sat across her, bemused at the panic in her eyes as the memories flooded back. “You’re awake”, I said conversationally. She shook her head as if to clear it of cobwebs. She started making sounds and trying to get up. “Stop doing that, else you’ll get me mad”. She calmed down immediately at the malevolence in my voice. Tears welled up in her eyes and they seemed to seek mine, pleading. “Oh no, no tears left to cry”. I laughed hysterically at my own joke. She’d told me that was her favorite song at the moment. “You might be wondering what’s happening. Why I’ve tied you up? What I want? If you’ll get out of this alive?”. At hearing the last statement, she started to cry again, which brought me immeasurable pleasure. “The answer is no by the way, you won’t get out of this situation alive. You see, I’ve been watching you. Watching you go to work, leave for home, go to the gym, meet friends at your favorite cafe, go to the library, visit your folks, etc. You get the picture darling? I’ve been WATCHING! you. And right from the start, I decided I was going to do anything to have you. That day we met, I planned it perfectly. I knew you would approach me at the bar because.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two-part-two/ Source: www.akukom.com cc lalasticlala, Divepen1, Obinnau |
| TV/Movies › Dinner For Two (18+) by Akukom(op): 10:21pm On Oct 18, 2018 |
She looked lovely in her red dress. It contrasted nicely with her dark skin and alluring eyes. Her hair, spilled down her back in tight juicy curls. “I swear, she’ll be mine”, I vowed to myself. Dinner was a lovely affair. She laughed at my stupid jokes and told stories in a captivating way. In fact, everything that came out her mouth sounded like music to my ears. We walked out of the restaurant like a couple, holding hands and giggling like teenagers. “Would you like to come back home with me?” I asked. I saw hesitation in her eyes but it quickly passed. “Sure, why not?” She replied. I escorted her to my car, held open the door for her, and once she had settled in, closed it lightly after her. I went to the driver’s side and started the car, grinning at her. I drove slowly. Wanting to savour every moment with her and thinking of ways I would seduce her once we arrived at my house. We made easy conversation, about her cat, the night’s amiable weather and other mundane things. My neighborhood was quiet, which was not unsual. My apartment was the last house on the street. The building had two flats but my neighbor downstairs had gone on vacation with his wife. “You have a lovely house”, I heard her sing-song voice say behind me. “Thank you”, I said. “Make yourself at home.” I intoned charmingly. “Would you like a glass of water?”. “Sure”, she said. I brought in one glass of water for her from the kitchen and turned on the television. A romantic movie was airing, which was perfect for my plans. I took off my tie and shoes, rolled my sleeves and sat on the couch. Taking a cue from me, she took off her shoes and jacket and sat next to me, tucking her feet under her. By the time the credits for the movie was rolling on the screen, we were kissing passionately. My shirt was.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Tgirl4real, Mynd44 |
| Literature › Dinner For Two (18+) by Akukom(op): 11:37am On Oct 18, 2018*. Modified: 12:45pm On Oct 18, 2018 |
She looked lovely in her red dress. It contrasted nicely with her dark skin and alluring eyes. Her hair, spilled down her back in tight juicy curls. “I swear, she’ll be mine”, I vowed to myself. Dinner was a lovely affair. She laughed at my stupid jokes and told stories in a captivating way. In fact, everything that came out her mouth sounded like music to my ears. We walked out of the restaurant like a couple, holding hands and giggling like teenagers. “Would you like to come back home with me?” I asked. I saw hesitation in her eyes but it quickly passed. “Sure, why not?” She replied. I escorted her to my car, held open the door for her, and once she had settled in, closed it lightly after her. I went to the driver’s side and started the car, grinning at her. I drove slowly. Wanting to savour every moment with her and thinking of ways I would seduce her once we arrived at my house. We made easy conversation, about her cat, the night’s amiable weather and other mundane things. My neighborhood was quiet, which was not unsual. My apartment was the last house on the street. The building had two flats but my neighbor downstairs had gone on vacation with his wife. “You have a lovely house”, I heard her sing-song voice say behind me. “Thank you”, I said. “Make yourself at home.” I intoned charmingly. “Would you like a glass of water?”. “Sure”, she said. I brought in one glass of water for her from the kitchen and turned on the television. A romantic movie was airing, which was perfect for my plans. I took off my tie and shoes, rolled my sleeves and sat on the couch. Taking a cue from me, she took off her shoes and jacket and sat next to me, tucking her feet under her. By the time the credits for the movie was rolling on the screen, we were kissing passionately. My shirt was.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Divepen1, Obinnau |
